Harley Quinn - Dr. Harleen F. Quinzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
madformistahjay) wrote2018-01-24 05:57 pm
madformistahjay) wrote2018-01-24 05:57 pm
[For Deadpool] Christmas Spirit
Harley had gone to a lot of trouble to put a Christmas surprise in motion for Deadpool.
...a lot.
She had called in a favor with Red - figuring she owed her one after the stunt Ivy had pulled in attempting to kill Deadpool and get him out of Harley's life. Ivy was to distract the Bat for the entirety of Christmas Eve. Harley didn't really care how. Red had agreed - begrudgingly - but Harley wasn't worried about the Bat being a problem.
Harley sent a text to Deadpool - an address with a room specified. But that was all. No explanation, no nothing. The address was a nightclub and bar - a known hangout for all the movers and shakers in Gotham's criminal underbelly. She had sent him to the back room - typically reserved for high-stakes gambling.
But Harley had repurposed it - after knocking all the players out and leaving them on the ground or in their chairs, knocked out cold.
She sat on the table, wrapped up like the perfect Christmas present, Santa hat and all. Waiting for Deadpool to walk through the door and find her.
...a lot.
She had called in a favor with Red - figuring she owed her one after the stunt Ivy had pulled in attempting to kill Deadpool and get him out of Harley's life. Ivy was to distract the Bat for the entirety of Christmas Eve. Harley didn't really care how. Red had agreed - begrudgingly - but Harley wasn't worried about the Bat being a problem.
Harley sent a text to Deadpool - an address with a room specified. But that was all. No explanation, no nothing. The address was a nightclub and bar - a known hangout for all the movers and shakers in Gotham's criminal underbelly. She had sent him to the back room - typically reserved for high-stakes gambling.
But Harley had repurposed it - after knocking all the players out and leaving them on the ground or in their chairs, knocked out cold.
She sat on the table, wrapped up like the perfect Christmas present, Santa hat and all. Waiting for Deadpool to walk through the door and find her.
